I love your 'kidspeak' posts. It lightens my heart and brings back memories of my precocious son 22 yrs ago. We commented on how much he noticed while we were driving and he responded, "Yeah, I have eyes like a hog." I love the unsophisticated and straightforward nature of childhood. They just jump right in and learn and grow without fear of making mistakes.

My first curse word is well documented and a part of family lore. I was in kindergarten coloring a picture and I stood up, threw my crayola, and said "I can't color worth a Damn!" At which point I was promptly put in the corner much to all my friends amusement.

I remember when I was about 10, my friend, Kathy Coughlan and I decided we were old enough to curse. We spent the entire day having a conversation with naughty words!

When my son was in 2nd grade, he got caught lying in school about doing his reading final exam (he didn't bother taking it but said repeatedly that he did) I made him write 100X "I'm sorry I lied to Mrs. Okienewski." And he had to bring it to school and give it to her! (she thought it was a hoot!) Anyway, Tim asked, "Mom? Can't I just write Mrs. O?" Nope. Ask me again and you'll be doing it in cursive! (they had recently learned cursive writing.

I remember being in the shower one day singing out "h-e-l-l, h-e-l-l, hell" when my dad asked what I was saying, I didn't have a clue... just heard it from someone in my third grade class. How times have changed!

Too cute, really! I remember being a kid, and for some unknow reason, and I don't know why (I was always in trouble with my parents, my sister was the good one), I remember my phrase. I would get a spanking or something and just walk off mumbling under my breath, "shitassbutthole"! Maybe that's where I get my love for the meaning uses of "ass" today!

Damn! I'm like the last now because I got all distracted because Braja is all Lebanese now and I had to figure out who the hell this Ann was - and then was all put out because WHY am I always the last to know this shit.

PS I totally thought cursive writing was something else. Thank God you're a teacher and you help us out.

I will write that down...so that I can teach others and share the knowledge.

Kids are so hilarious and you know what comes into their minds just comes right out! My son learned the F word in first grade on a playground. When we picked him up from school that afternoon, he gets into the car and so innocently looks at me and says, "what does F////K mean?Yeah, try keeping that explanation simple! Didn't happen. . .

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